After writing the newspaper's final line, Lin Ke gave it a gentle puff.
Literary qi flowed from his lips, spread thickly over the newspaper, and was then absorbed into the paper.
As the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty's first newspaper, it would probably acquire some supernatural qualities as well.
Still, the most important step for a newspaper should be getting it into circulation.
Once Lin Ke took it to Wang Lin for review and then had it printed, he could put this original manuscript into his collection.
In a sense, the care and effort he poured into these original manuscripts amounted to very little.
Far more of what went into them was surely literary qi drawn from heaven and earth.
This was praise and a reward bestowed by heaven and earth, something like the supreme treasures of merit in the primordial-world novels of his previous life.
He had to store the newspaper before him properly, rather than casually give it to someone else.
With the first newspaper finished, Lin Ke also prepared to head out.
Whenever Zhuge Li went off to make arrangements, Fang Yuan and Pei Qian would wait outside his door. At least one of his three stewards was always there, awaiting instructions from Lin Ke.
At the moment, Fang Yuan was out handling land purchases and setting up businesses, while Pei Qian was busy at the Twelve Departments sorting out official robes and the like.
That left him with no one outside his door.
Still, he was not the sort who had grown used to having every little thing arranged for him.
Taking the newspaper with him, Lin Ke went straight out through the gate leading to Chaoyang Street.
Chaoyang Street had already become a must-visit spot in the Capital City. Many visitors from elsewhere came to see